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Esham

COBBLESTONE

 

COBBLESTONE

(Album: RAMPAGE - 2023)


[Ouija Macc:]
Ooh, yeah yeah, huh, hold up, hold up
Yuh, huh, ooh ooh, let's go

Whoa, filling my neck with gold, filling my lungs with dough
Everything moving slow, cut this body off the soul
On that cobblestone, I can't wait to flow
'Cause no matter where I go, Chapter 17
Dead homies whisper in my ear at the liquor store
Shangri-La been calling for me, don't know if I get to go
Living in sin, feeling indifferent now (Indifferent now)
But what do I know? I'm a Juggalo

Corpse boy throwing Devil sets, busters hit the deck
Sin City killers at your neck in your kitchenette
Dead bitch pop it 'til it's wet, see that river spit
Yeah, karma like the pack, you can get it back

Do what I can, I cannot stand the wait in the end, I don't pretend
But I'm a man, blood on my hands, all of my sins calling again
I know better than to question the direction I've been headed in
Love the only medicine, but even that can do me in
Have me with them pychos never coming out the loony bin
Yeah like what that medication they prescribing do to him (What they doin'?)
He a hooligan, ain't nothing getting through to him
Haunted by some things hope I never have to do again

Karma like the pack how it all come back
I don't matter where you at when that sky turn black
Karma like the pack how it all come back
I don't matter where you at when that sky turn black (Run it)

Corpse boy throwing Devil sets, busters hit the deck
Sin City killers at your neck in your kitchenette
Dead bitch pop it 'til it's wet, see that river spit
Yeah, karma like the pack, you can get it back
Corpse boy throwing Devil sets, busters hit the deck
Sin City killers at your neck in your kitchenette
Dead bitch pop it 'til it's wet, see that river spit
Yeah, karma like the pack, you can get it back

[Esham:]
3 Head, 3 Head, 3 Head
3 Headed Monster
3 Head, 3 Head, 3 Head
3 Headed Monster

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